Chapter 12 #2
She searched my eyes for the truth humans could not see. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her as she tilted her hips up, making my fingers slide down until it was nudging at her entrance.
“Tammy—”
“I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable?”
“You will be.” I lifted my other hand. My fingers were long and quite big. Not as much as my cock, but it might still be too much for her. At least for now.
She reached down for my hand and pressed my fingers closer.
The right thing to do would have been to keep denying her. But the desperate look in her eyes and the whispered plea breaching her lips made her impossible to resist.
So I slowly pushed my middle one inside, stopping after an inch when Tamara winced. “Okay?” I asked when I should have immediately pulled back.
But Tamara nodded. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect this feeling.”
I still did not move. “It can be a lot. You do not have—”
“I want to.”
Truth. Shit, who was I to argue against her own wishes? I pulled away a little before pushing back farther. She was so tight, warm, and so fucking wet. “Still okay?”
Her face was flushed as she nodded and looked down. Not at herself. Not at my hand exploring her. At my hard length, trapped in my drenched pants and trying to break free.
“Can you—”
“Absolutely not,” I countered. Her eyes widened. “You will need a lot more fingers before you can—”
“Oh…No, that’s not what I—ah, fuck.” Her body tensed and back arched. I stopped and watched her. That does not look like pain.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Can you…show me?”
My head tilted to the side. “Show you?” Her eyes fell down to my crotch again. “Oh. You want to—”
“See,” she rushed out. “I didn’t…I mean, I felt it this morning but I want to…”
I waited for her to continue but her blush only intensified. I pulled my finger out and pushed it back deeper. Her eyes rolled. So beautiful.
“You want to see.”
Tamara nodded and whimpered when my finger reached the deepest it could go. It was a tight fit. Having real sex would take time.
I stayed still inside her, allowing her to adjust to the foreign feeling while I pulled my pants down with my free hand, my eyes never leaving her face, even as she looked down.
Her lips parted.
I had no idea what a human one looked like. It had to be somewhat similar or sex would not be possible, right?
She reached for it but I closed my hand around her wrist. “What—”
“You need to focus on yourself,” I said softly as I started to slowly thrust my finger inside her. Tamara’s gaze became unfocused. “You can look, but you do not touch.”
She glanced down again. I did not think I had ever been so hard in my whole life. It would not take me more than a few strokes and in the position I was kneeling in, I would come all over her stomach.
And why was that thought riling me up even more?
I moved faster, pressing against her inner walls and searching for other sensitive spots. Anything that would make her enjoy this more. Beads of water gathered on her forehead as her soft whimpers turned into actual moans.
“Is this good?” I asked, unraptured by the sight of her. “Tell me. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what feels better.
And then I felt it. Right as her back arched again and her eyes snapped close. Right as her moan broke. The spot I had been searching—hoping—for. Small, and on the opposite side than Canco females.
I traced a slow circle on it, relishing on Tamara’s bursts of pleasure. She reached for my cock again. “Focus, Tammy,” I said as I stopped her, almost too late. “Your pleasure. I can take care of myself later.”
Her eyes shone and she bit her lower lip. This small act had no business being this sexy. “Now.”
I blinked. Froze. Stopped thrusting inside her, too stunned to do anything. “Now?”
Tamara nodded. “Yes. Show me how you do this. Please.”
Damn that woman. Everytime she threw in a please, there was no way for me to refuse her anything.
So I did. I delicately closed my hand around the base of my cock, ensuring the sharp edge of my thumb was not pressing down on the skin—nothing worse than cutting your own dick off in front of your partner to ruin the mood.
Shit, I was going to come way too quickly.
The way she looked at me, hunger in her eyes, the moans and pleas escaping her pretty mouth. This human female had me wrapped around her finger and she did not even realize it.
It was time to stop playing. I pulled my finger out only to add another one and watched her squirm as her pleasure grew. I gave myself a slow stroke and held a curse, feeling the bumps filled with cum heat and vibrate against my palm.
She cried out when I found the magical spot on her inner wall again. “Filbur, I—”
Tamara let out a broken scream and everything happened too fast for me to understand. The next second, her whole body was shaking. My hand was drenched and water pooled on the rock between us. Her core was squeezing my fingers, clenching over and over as more water poured out.
That was it. I stroked myself two more times and came with a low moan, two ropes of cum painting her stomach and reaching up to her breast. The first bump now empty, I kept stroking. Again, and again until all seven went flat and my cock started to soften.
There was so much cum on her stomach. I noticed. She noticed, looking down at herself with parted lips, flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.
Even if we washed up in the lake, her dress was definitely ruined and would need to be deeply cleaned before she would be able to wear it again.
I gently pulled my fingers out. She whimpered and it was almost enough for me to want to do this again.
But now, I could not help but ask, “Did you just squirt water at me?”